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I love to touch her ***** and feel her thick swollen lips slip between my fingers. Tips, drip, with her wetness, thick drools drip, from her plump peach lips, ripe with desire.

Tracing the edge of her warmth, feeling the weight of them on my fingers - the sensation, grounds me into the moment. Present I am, hard as a rock, my ****, aches for her warmth, wrapped round, like a blanket of pleasure.

Her ****, lit with my spit, glistening in the light, my tongue and the tip unit - sending shockwaves through her hips, my tongue she rides - like tides, I wave my wet tip, around her little ****, tiny circles electrify it. Iā€™m mesmerized by the heat of the moment, its tantalizing.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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